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Come all, weary and laden
They, that breathe heavy
They, with their hope shredded to bits
They, who are laden
You are not alone
Park lights have gathered their embers
The swish of branches, held back till soon a time
Laden, you and this park
Hold on to faith, weary child
Just as the taut ambience
Holds on desperately to the still air.
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